In Limbo

I don't like it, this feeling of not knowing. It bothers me greatly, to the point it is actually unsettling. My stomach gets turns inside out and I just don't like it. JohnRoss came over last night and we hung out, he even brought me milk and cookies, what a doll. He said I was over reacting, but this time I don't know. This time I might actually be right. And that makes me sad because for once I was at a point in my life where I was content and happy and now that might all be shot. Blah. And to top it off, a friendship I had never really questioned before was put into question recently by an unlikely source and as much as I hate to admit it, he could be right. I don't know what he would gain from doing so, in fact it would just as much be his loss as mine, but still it was put out there and now I can't shake this bothersome feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. Now I have to go to Park Middle and sub today when I feel like crap, then I have to do to Office Depot and probably get yelled at for messing up when I closed the registers on Friday night. Then I can come back to my apartment and sit by myself and cry. That'll be fun too.